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my cock all wrapped up in my boxers.
Suddenly she stopped bobbing her head. I looked down at her and her sweet face hiding my huge cock. She was trying to get the last inches to get down her throat. She started to move her head again, only this time with some more force, trying to jab my shaft down the last little bit. I could hear her started to gag and cough "Argh,... Argh,... Argh,... Urrrrghhh,.... aaggghhhh..." But it seemed like the last two inches just didnt want to fit in her throat. I thought she was about to give up when she backed of for a second or two. But instead she just jammed my cock back in her mouth and down her tight little throat, gagging on it as it went further and further down her young little untouched throat.
"Aaaaaaaaarrrrrrr ggggghhhhhhhh... Aaaaaaaaarrrrrrr ggggghhhhhhhh..." She refused to give up and instead forced her head further on to my cock, getting my head deeper and deeper into her throat. She started choking and gagging again – even worse than before. "Aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa rrrrrrrrrrrrrrrr ggggggggggggggg hhhhhhhhhhhhhh Aarrgghh AAARRR gGGHHHHh" Spit and drool was leaking out of her open mouth, on to my boxers and down my leg.
I just couldnt hold back any more. My cock began throbbing and throbbing shooting my wad into her throat. Louis started gagging again but didnt back of, instead she began again pumping her head up and down on my hard cock until there was nothing left in me. Then she jammed her head down on my cock once more with full force, forcing my whole fuck meat down her tight virgin throat. I was in heaven.
She backed off, looked me in the eyes, and started licking on my now completely soaked boxers. Louise licked around my crotch for a couple of minutes before she stripped me of them. Then she got on the bed and lied down next to my face, gave me a kiss and started rubbing my cum covered boxers all around her chest, smearing her beautiful large breasts with a mixture of my cum and her saliva.
Once her tits where covered in the slimy mixture she put the boxers to her mouth and started licking and biting on them. In a matter of seconds he had shoved them all in her mouth, it made her cheeks stand out and it looked as if she had just come back from the dentist, and was starting to chew on them.
I just knew this weekend would be great! Louis was gonna turn into my little slutty teenage-whore before her parents where gonna be back... it also seemed like she was going to do my work of turning her into that little ass-eating- cock-loving- neighbourhood- teenage-slut that much easier...
The year was 1850, and somewhere in the vast expanse of Colorado there was a small homestead. Working under the hot, dry sun, "Sweet Mary Jane," as her friends called her, stopped mending

the wire fence and looked up as she heard the sound of an approaching horse. She wiped her brow and watched the rider, a large, scruffy-looking man, and paused for a moment to consider if she should pick up her rifle. She decided against it though, confident in her abilities, and instead called out a greeting. The rider stopped at the unexpected sound, looking around until his eyes finally focused on the figure in the distance. His horse moved closer, and Mary could see that there was something definitely wrong with the rider as he seemed to sway in his saddle as the horse moved. Although one arm drifted back toward his gun, it was apparent he was no shape to fight. Once again, the horse stopped moving, and this time the man rocked forward and fell to the ground. Rushing to his side Mary checked on the man, and found that although unconscious, he was still alive, but just barely.
Days later the man awoke, eyes slow to focus on the clapboard ceiling, yet mind racing with all the possibilities. Instinctively, he reached to his side for his weapon but found it had been removed, and in a dazed panic, he sat up to survey the situation. He was in a bedroom plain by any standards except for the walnut-carved four-poster bed. Beside him on a nightstand was a basin filled with water and a damp cloth, and there was a definite trail of water droplets from the basin to the bed. Even more notable, though, is his gun, hanging neatly from one of the bedposts.
Suddenly the door opened and the silhouette of a slim figure is standing there, holding something at waist level. Instinctively the man turned to retrieve his gun.
"Oh, I wouldnt do that if I were you," called out a voice, and as though hit by a brick, the man froze. He wasnt exactly sure what it was in that voice that made him stop, but his gaze turned back to the figure moving toward him. As the fleeting light climbed the figure, it became apparent this was no man, but was, in fact, a woman. A woman carrying a tray. Unsure what to do, the man studied her, and in a hoarse voice asked, "Where am I?"
"Quiet now," came the response, "youre in no shape to ask questions. First youll eat a bit, rest, and then in the morning, we can talk." The man opened his mouth to speak again but thought better of it, and instead cast his eyes down at the tray. A large glass of water and a steaming bowl of soup. The smell was wonderful, especially considering what he had eaten over the past two weeks—that is, when he could find food and wasnt too sick to eat. He took the tray and hoarsely thanked her, then sat back and began to eat. The food was indeed tasty; however, with the first swallow came pain and recollection of the snakebite. Instinctively,